For the last few years, Toubin's Soul Clap & Danceoff has been holding down the third Wednesday of every month at Brooklyn's Glasslands. He spins nothing but 45-rpm records. He eradicates inhibitions. He induces mass hysteria. And sometimes, he even stuffs his vinyl into antique suitcases, gases up the Winnebago, and roadtrips to various American outposts of hipsterdom.